I'm Fine

You ask me how I’m doing And I tell you I’m fine You say that I am lying And try to read my eyes For the words my mouth won’t say With a smile and gritted teeth I tell you no, it is the truth Backing off, you tell me That I better not be lying And you never seem to realize “Fine” is a matter Of opinion.

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